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[So Scratch finished his census and he is just really bored. Time to pick up that phone.]

That census was a chore to fill out. Honestly, I'm hoping for something less droll than last year's battle royale murder spree. Killing is also boring and tedious. Well, there are consequences for it now. But, that doesn't change how anti-climatic it is. And if they choose to run it again, then it will only be because they are running out of creative ideas and just want to see everyone turning against each other. [A dramatic sigh, done only for dramatic purposes.] We'll see what happens. I won't make any bets either way, by way of not being a gambling man.

And, that reminds me: I wrote a note to myself after that series of events ended last year that I would send gift baskets to the ones I took out. My apologies for letting that slip my mind. The human mind is not good for flawless memory storage and retrieval, unlike my original head.

Let me see - Nall, Ilsa Higa, Charles Fei-Ong and Sanae Hanekoma. If any of you are still around, tell me what you want in your gift basket. Food, clothes, essential household items, if it fits in I'll send it over. If you don't reply I will assume that you are still in a sour mood over the events of the last year and not send you one out of respect of that mood. That or you're droned. Either or. If it's the former, I advise you that being bitter is not a very good way to live. It wasn't at all a personal affair or one done out of hatred. The first time is always the hardest they say. [tl;dr, stop being mad that I murdered it, it was my first "crazy thing" going on in Mayfield.]

One more other thing: Bernkastel, would you like a rematch? Our fight was undecided and we never had the chance to make it up. We could do something else that is less taxing on our power if you choose to. I know you enjoy games of chess, for example.

And yes, because I am sure you are dying to know, I am that Doc Scratch. The one with a cheap gold trophy in the roller rink I never visit. I saved you several moments of suspicious thoughts toward my message. No need to thank me.

[It's hard, being Doc Scratch and bored. So hard...]

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Time is a measurement of chronological passing moments, that quantifies change into a more solid formation in our mind. Time is only flying because what felt like a 'year' ago is repeating.

[All said very dryly and overall without amusement.]

A bit too practical a view for my tastes, but to each their own.

It was quite a fun time, though.

I live in a realm of practicality. You can also look at time as a means of alternating between one event and another. But, that's reserved more for a class that identifies themselves as time travelers.

Looking back on that time, I can't find the same fun. Even though I was one of the "top rankers" in that game, supposedly.

Perhaps you're being a bit cynical then.

The game might, in fact, be changed this time around. Or be something different, entirely.

Not cynical. Only realistic. I'm not capable of living any other way. [Or at least, that is how he wants to stay regardless of what Mayfield throws at him.]

True enough. Maybe it won't be what we are expecting. It has happened before. I know the Earth holiday of trickery is coming soon, so it could be related to that.

My friend I understand that sentiment completely! There is only one way I wish to live, and so there is only one way I do live.

[And nothing can change that, not in his case. Neither death and resurrection or stagnating and hiding and scheming for half a century could change who he was.]

Indeed. Although, I doubt they can match last year's April Fool's Day.

Edited 2012-03-26 04:41 (UTC)

I wasn't around for April Fools Day. I only arrived May 12th to Mayfield. By the tone, it seems like you enjoyed it.

Oh, it was quite fun.

I don't think the town has topped it yet, nor do I believe it ever will on its own.

Opinions are subjective to the ones who make them. I wouldn't say that if I were you however. This town enjoys taking your beliefs and twisting them.

That might be so.

And yet in the year I have been here I have yet to see a battle as fierce, as devastating as the one that was part of their April Fools celebration.

And I am quite tired of waiting for them to top it yet.

When you say something like "I am tired of waiting" that ultimately leads into me asking "What are you going to do about it" and another narrative is formed. One which you are enthusiastic about, unsurprisingly.

The case is just as you say.

But I think it would be boring to describe it in words. Description, after all, can only go so far. To me, that has always been the tragedy of the poet, of the writer, and the strength of the painter and sculptor. While words might be framed in a way that they have a beauty to them, a structure that begets a form as visible as the stroke of any brush, the problem is that it relies on the imagination of the reader. It cannot provide an objective descriptor, a perfect descriptor. It relies too much on the mind and not enough on sight and as wonderful as it would be to believe all people might understand everything clearly, why, that simply isn't the case!

But a painting and a sculptor leaves nothing to the imagination about the form, only about it's meaning. And that is what I shall do with the work I have set in motion.

Hm. I disagree. With the proper narrator, a story can be as beautifully pictured as a sculpture or a painting. The right words, the proper tone, the suitable setting - all of this contributes to the narrative. Imagination is so much more vivid and free than any painting or structure can be, because it has no form and is not restricted by reality.

You're going to cause calamity because you are not satisfied with imagination alone.

Again, correct my friend!

Imagination is certainly a wonderful thing, but the fact is it seems rare when imagination can come to any agreement. When we leave things to words and imagination while everyone may have a similar view, there are still differences. If you were to say "there is a big black dog" to a hundred people, each person would give a description different from the other but it would still be that of a big black dog.

I wish to create an image seared into the minds of the people here, captive and captor alike, that few will forget or will fail to be describe in all accuracy, in unison. When asked what happened the voices of those here will speak in unison, the description just the same.

Ambiguity is another part of imagination. You don't want imagination - you want reality. So you will take the imagination you have created of your desire and apply it to a physical form, so that everyone may share in that vision.

There is a saying I would impart to you on that: the moment before the moment is the best moment. The image you have in your mind of what reality will become is the most perfect form you will ever have. Everything is muddied by reality, because it has restrictions that imagination does not.

You won't be satisfied Major. Not even if a description is made to be the same, will you ever feel truly content with what has come of it. Not even if you smile at your success, will you feel that it is enough. Not now, not ever.

Mmm. I am afraid it is here, friend, that you have finally made a mistake in your statements.

The moment before the moment is the best, yes. But only because of the anticipation. Anticipation is like a pressure, a pleasant one, and while the release might be enjoyable there is nothing better than that pinnacle before the realization. Not because the realization fails to live up to expectation, but because of the excitement that simply comes from waiting for the realization to be.

I have felt content before with my actions, with what I have prepared. Perfect satisfaction. And I shall be satisfied again here.

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